Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.

(C) Walter Savage Landor
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Walter Savage Landor

• A Railroad Eclogue
• To Charles Dickens
• Aeschylos And Sophocles
• Yes; I Write Verses Now And Then,
• Why, Why Repine
• On His Seventy-fifth Birthday
• Overture
• Thrasymedes And Eunoe
• Do You Remember Me? Or Are You Proud?
• Corinna, From Athens, To Tanagra
• To Youth
• Myrtis
• The Evening Star
• Aletheia To Phraortes
• Lines To A Dragon Fly
• On Music
• Theron And Zoe
• Acon And Rhodope